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Subject: Remorse and a change

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 14:21:49 03/23/02 Sat

With a florish Aragorn finished his signiture and brought the royal seal down, closing the last dispatch.
This paticular one was about the amount of carrots a farmer was allowed to cultivate each year.
Apparently the people could find no better use to put their king to than lock him in a room and force him to sign vegetable degrees until he went mad.
For the moment however it was over. Trying not to wake Gimli Aragorn removed his sword from the wall and hung it round his waist. The weight felt good on his hip after years of absence.
He padded out the room, silently closing the door behind him.
Vomyr was back. The earlier incident did not appear to have changed the man and Aragorn's soul rejoiced.
"If the Lord Gimli awakes before I am back would you be so good as to tell him I have gone to the training ground to practice with my men"
Vomyr bowed, all memories of his previously interview with the king apparently forgotten, "Of course, sire"
"Thank you"
Aragorn turned to leave but Vomyr called him back.
"Sire, if I may be so bold," he stopped evidently embarressed but Aragorn waved his hand and the valet continued.
"Well, your majesty, it seems to me that what with all the work you've been doing you might want to pay a visit to the Queen Arwen before you go off to practice."
Of course the man was right. He had neglected his wife, Aragorn's face became a mask of mortification which Vomyr interpreted as anger at his improper speech.
"It was just a suggestion" he added feebily.
Aragorn assured him that he was in no way offended and thanked him for his concil.
Then almost running he moved towards Arwen's chambers in the other side of the palace.
Just the thought of seeing her again brought a new rush of joy to him. He started to run faster, anxious not to miss a single second that might be had with his beautiful queen.
Panting he arrived at her door and reflected that he was definately not as young as he used to be.
It was lucky he had not gone straight to the practice courts or some young buck might've beaten him and then been overcome with remorse at the thought that he had upstaged the king.
Aragorn chuckled and flung open the ornate wooden door.
Arwen was inside but she was very far from alone.

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